Sunday 19 August 2012

A Short Poem Story #117

Just trying out something different for once.
Turning a story into a short poem perhaps :] ?
A sad one that is.
;A; enjoy.
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He wakes up remembering
Remembering the crying
Familiar with the place
Being alone every night
He knows that it's not alright

Seeing a note on the fridge
Decoding each sentence
His eyes leaks his heart burns
Now he sees where this is going
All alone in the kitchen
Slightly wimping

Misplaced feelings
Emotions peeling
He puts on his shoes
Walking as he reminds himself
Oh, what a terrible news

Hand holding a bouquet of flowers
He kneels down her grave
Knowing that at least now she is safe
Looking above the skies
"I'm here" he cries
Below the skies this is where she lies
He knows it's best now to leave it all aside
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